BROWERVILLE, MINN. – Gordon Johnson sold his barber shop in downtown Browerville and moved his family to a farm with a Clarissa address. As with most Minnesota farms in the 1960s, the Johnson place was overrun with cats, reproducing enthusiastically and keeping away the vermin.
These Johnson farm cats were almost as unusual for their diet as were Ernest Hemingway's cats for their six toes on his estate in Key West, Fla.
"They were potato eaters," Gary Johnson said. "My dad had a guy who would give him 50-pound bags of potatoes. He'd boil up a big pot and put 'em out in the yard, and the cats would come running."
Gary laughed and shook his head and said: "Whoever heard of cats eating potatoes?"
There was another creature roaming the grounds: Tippy, a large mutt of a dog.
"Tippy was a one-man dog … only responded to my dad," Gary said. "Little Tommy was out there one day and Tippy was eating. Dad said, 'Tommy, don't try to play with that dog and, for sure, stay away when he's eating.'
"Tommy didn't listen. He went over there and Tippy took a good nip out of him. That kid started hollering and crying …"
Gary Johnson leaned back on the couch, smiled and said, "Little Tommy," and shook his head again.